Hamilton watches Hamilton Chapter 2 - Alexander Hamilton, a hamilton fanfic

As the play began to play a man walked onto the stage and began to rap

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore

"Excuse me," Alex said "What sort of nerve does-" Before he could could finish, the remainder of people in the room shushed him.

And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,

In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

"I like this already," Laurens said, grinning in approval.

A voice than popped up over the loudspeaker. "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, I forgot to note that whenever someone is singing or talking there name appears in the corner of the screen. To add to that, when characters are doubled up on one actor the character they are portraying is listed. Many thanks."

"Wait… so that guy was me?" Burr asked, mostly to himself, "apparently so."

The ten-dollar founding father without a father

"Hey, that's me!" Laurens shouted, just to be shushed by Angelica, who was trying to

watch.

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

Noises of amazement sounded through the room and even Jefferson's "Anti-Hamilton Smirk™" looked rather forced. That was when Jefferson saw his own double walk on stage. Immediately he told everyone around him to be quiet (because he loves to hear the sound of his own voice.)

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away

Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

"Stealing is illegal, son," came a voice from the left side of the room. All the way way from the right side, Hamilton shouted, "I'm not your son!"

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Gasps of astonishment fluttered around the room, at both the intensity in which this line was sung but also at the content itself. They quieted down as Burr began to sing again.

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man

Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland

Get your education, don't forget from whence you came

And the world is gonna know your name

What's your name, man?

Everyone stared as and shortish, brown-haired man walked on stage:

Alexander Hamilton

"There I am," Alex thought, "this is my legacy."

My name is Alexander Hamilton

And there's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden

Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden

Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

It was then that everyone's eyes were an Alex, pity in each and every pair that gazed upon him, cuddled up in the couch. As Eliza began to speak, he cut her off saying, "I don't want your pity." So the show went on.

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide

"Alexander I-" someone began.

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying

Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute

He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution

Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord

Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford

Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on

Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land

"We're glad to made it here mon ami," Lafayette whispered. (AN: I don't speak French. Please feel free to correct me. I hope I didn't just offend anyone…)